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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.