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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.