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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.