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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.