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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.