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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.