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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.