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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.