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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.