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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.