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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.