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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Kayak,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.