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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.