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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Nas,
Pole,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.