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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.