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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.