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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.