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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Index,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
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.