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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.