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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Index,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.