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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.