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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
the Normal,
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.