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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.