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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.