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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.