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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.