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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.