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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
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.