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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.