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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.