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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.