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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.