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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Nico,
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.