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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.