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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
the Association,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.