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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
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.