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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.