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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.