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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Pole,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.