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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
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.