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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.