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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.