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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.