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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.