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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
The Names,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.