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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.