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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.