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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 sitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.