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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.