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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Television,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
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.