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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.