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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.