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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.