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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.