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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Smoke,
CMW,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.