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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.