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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.