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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.