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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.