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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.