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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Franke,
Monks,
The Remains,
Japan,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.