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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.