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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.