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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.