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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.