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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.