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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
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,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.