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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.