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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.