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 Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.