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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.