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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.