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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.