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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.