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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.