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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.