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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.