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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.