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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.