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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.