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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
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.