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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.