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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.