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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.