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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.