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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
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.