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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
MC5,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.