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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.