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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.