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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.