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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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.