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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.