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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.