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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.