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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Rekid,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.