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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.