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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
CMW,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.