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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.