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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.