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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.