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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.