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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.