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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.