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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.