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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Television,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.