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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.