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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.