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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Index to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.