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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.