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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.