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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
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.