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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.