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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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 Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.