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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.