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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.