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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.