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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
UT,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.