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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Can,
UT,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Index,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.