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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.