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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.