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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.