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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.