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 Jordan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.