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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Deakin,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.