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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.