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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Television,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.