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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Section 25,
CMW,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.