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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.