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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.