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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.