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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
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.