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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Index,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.