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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs 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 grunge 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.