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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.