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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.