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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.