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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.