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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.