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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.