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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Pagans,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.