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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.