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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.