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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.