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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.