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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.