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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.