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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.