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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.