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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Mars,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.