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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.