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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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.