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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.