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 India and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.