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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Fear,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.