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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.