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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.