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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.