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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.