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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.