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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.