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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.