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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Can,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.