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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.