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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
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.