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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Wings 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
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.