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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.