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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Magma,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
June Days,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.