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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.