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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
JFA,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
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.