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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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.