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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.