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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.