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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
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.