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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.