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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.