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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.