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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.