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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Visage,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.