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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.