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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.