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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.