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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Rekid,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.