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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.