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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.