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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.