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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.