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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.