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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.