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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
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.