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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.