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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.