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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.