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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
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.