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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Magma to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.