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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.