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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.