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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.