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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.