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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Evens,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
MC5,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.