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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.