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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Visage,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Wings,
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.