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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.