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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.