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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.