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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Visage,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.