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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.