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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Faust,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.