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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.