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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.