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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.