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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Nico,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Deakin,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.