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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
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.