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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.