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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.