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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.