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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.