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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Q65,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.