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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
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,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.