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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Qualms to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.