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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.