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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.