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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
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.