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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.