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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.