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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
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.