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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.