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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.