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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Monks,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.