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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.