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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.