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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.