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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.