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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.