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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.