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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Index,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.