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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.