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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.