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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.