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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.