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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.