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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Scientists,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.