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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.