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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.