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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Rekid,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.