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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.