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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.