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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
New Order,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.