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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Magazine,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.