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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.