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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.