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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.