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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.