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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.