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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.