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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.