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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.