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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
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.