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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.