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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.