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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.