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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.