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 Chile 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.