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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
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.