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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rakim,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.