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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Technova,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.