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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Portland and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.