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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.