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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.