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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.