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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.