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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ituana,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.