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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
JFA,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Oneida,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.