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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.