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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.