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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.