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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
The Associates,
X-102,
a-ha,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
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.