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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.