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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.