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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.