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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
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.