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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Index,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.