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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.