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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.