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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.