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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
X-101,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.