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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.