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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.