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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.