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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.