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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.