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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.