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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.