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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.