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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.