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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.