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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.