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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.