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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.