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 France and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.