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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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 Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.