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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Q65,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.