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 France and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.