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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.