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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
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,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
the Association,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.