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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.