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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.