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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.