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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Faust,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.