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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.