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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.