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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Japan,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.