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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Monks,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.