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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.