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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
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.