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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.