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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.