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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
X-101,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.