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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.