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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
UT,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.