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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Mars,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.