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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.