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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
UT,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.