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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Skriet,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.