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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.