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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.