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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.