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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.