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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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?
cv313,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.