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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.