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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.