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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.