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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.