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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.