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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.