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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.