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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.