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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
the Association,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.