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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Brick,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.