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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.