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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.