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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.