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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
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.