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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.