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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.