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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Slave,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.