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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
UT,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
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.