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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.