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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
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.