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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.