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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.