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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.