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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.