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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.