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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.