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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.