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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.