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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.