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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.