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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.