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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Nico,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.