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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.