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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.