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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.