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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.