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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.