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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.