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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
UT,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.