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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.