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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.