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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
UT,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.