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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
UT,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.