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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
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.