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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
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.