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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.