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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.