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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
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.