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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
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.