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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.