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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.