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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.