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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.