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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.