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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.