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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.