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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Nico,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Aswad,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.