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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.