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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.