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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.