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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.