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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.