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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.