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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Franke,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.