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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.