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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.