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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
MDC,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.