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 United States and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.