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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.