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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.