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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.