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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.