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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
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Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.