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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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?
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.