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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.