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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.