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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.