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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Television,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
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.