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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.