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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Wire,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.