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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Slave,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.