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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
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.