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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.