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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.