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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.