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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Franke,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.