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 Libya and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
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.