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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.