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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.