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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.