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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.