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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
cv313,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.