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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.