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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.