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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.