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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.