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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.