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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
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.