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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.