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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.