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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.