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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Pole,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.