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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.