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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Kayak,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.