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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.