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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.