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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.