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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.