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 Malta and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.