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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.