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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.