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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.