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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.