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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
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.