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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.