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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.