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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.