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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.