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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Human League,
X-101,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.