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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.