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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.