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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Index,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.