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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Visage,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
June Days,
Fear,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.