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 Georgia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Standells to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
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.