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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Smog,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.