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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.