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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.