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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.