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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Pole,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.