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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Fear,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.