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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.