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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
MDC,
Ten City,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.