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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.