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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.