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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.