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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.