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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.