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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Qualms,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.