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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Niagra,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.