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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.