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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
UT,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.