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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.