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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
PIL,
Organ,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.