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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
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.