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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.