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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.