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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.