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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.