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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.