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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.