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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.