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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.