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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
UT,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.