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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.