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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Can,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.