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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.