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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.