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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.