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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.