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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.