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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.