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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
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.