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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.