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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.