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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.