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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.