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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.