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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
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.