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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.