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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.