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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.