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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.