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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.