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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.