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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.