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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
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.