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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.