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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.