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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.