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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.