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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Hoover,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.