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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.