Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Swans,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.