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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.